Damn, Ed and Lorraine Warren really broke bad in their later years. Still hot though. It's not Non-Stop or Unstoppable (what is?), and the post-derailment stuff is too predictable ("I'm Spartacus!" included) to excuse its length, but it's still a banger, natch. I teared up only minutes in because the filmmaking was so good, a JC-S tradition with me. Shoutout to the curtailed cut to "I'm 60 years old!" close-up on Neeson's weathered, line-ridden face. More proof that Sam Neill is at peak hotness, too.
Overzealous (esp the soundtrack) but punchy and nimble as hell direction, sometimes hard as current Johnnie To. Superb choreography framed and cut aptly for the most part. Though Keanu allows too many angles in his wheelhouse for any given fight sequence, the multicam internet show within the fiction itself may excuse this coverage and in fact the diegetic and actual cameras (all Keanu's) are unified in subtle ways throughout. His character is a cipher among many ciphers, but attains the…
Fuck it. This is great action. Longer takes, slow motion clarity, logically sutured. The CGI isn't up to the task, but the Swedes get around their limitations with aplomb (elsewhere: Speedman's unavailability, the inherited monochrome blue palette). Maybe we have to thank 3D.